"I really hadn't expected your dad to have such an antique treasure hidden away, this is great."
He straddled the bike and patted the back seat with a commanding tone,
"Get on, Brother will take you home."
"Alright."
Liu Chan hopped onto the back seat of the 28-inch bicycle, holding onto Yang Fei's waist.
She moved with practiced ease, clearly the result of long-term practice.
"Clear the way."
Yang Fei rode the bicycle, facing the surging traffic, charging toward the distant neon lights.
Liu Chan's home was a two-story red brick house.
It was located to the southeast of Shunhua District,
On the fringe of the city, at the suburban-rural interface.
Most of the residents here used to be farmers.
These farmers had had their land expropriated,
And the little compensation they received for their land still required them to cough up hundreds of thousands more to buy an apartment in the city.
So the residents living here weren't exactly thriving.
